She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 257 Do you like her?

Zhou Mi still climbed over the wall to find his buddies.

I took a taxi to the KTV and came out to buy cigarettes. I saw a familiar figure in the convenience supermarket across the street.

He leaned against the counter to pay, and looked across while waiting for his change.

Shen Manzhi still had the school uniform jacket tied around his waist and was picking something out from a row of shelves.

Fortunately, he has good eyesight and is on his period?
He glanced at the school uniform around her waist again, then withdrew his gaze without changing his expression, took the change and walked back.

In a crowded and noisy commercial district, few people pay attention to groups of people, so when Shen Manzhi just finished shopping and walked out of the supermarket, no one paid much attention. The girl was stopped by several people who came over. The leader snatched the shopping bag from her hand and was about to open it with a lewd smile on his face.

Zhou Mi looked carefully and saw that it was the thug he had fought with from the school next door.

He frowned slightly. Why was this kid getting into trouble everywhere?

The boy with dyed yellow hair saw Shen Manzhi wearing a school uniform, looked at the things in her shopping bag, and unscrewed the drink bottle in his hand with bad intentions.

The boy leaned closer to her, tilting his wrist slightly, "I haven't settled the bill for swiping my buddy in the bar last time. Tell me, what happened?"

The yellow liquid drink was poured onto Shen Manzhi's school uniform.

She took a half step back in disgust, but was pulled over again. Her body was shaking a little, and before she could stand firmly, someone supported her. She frowned and looked back.

It turned out to be the senior who just pretended to be a ghost.

Zhou Mi raised his chin slightly towards the group of people, his thick eyebrows raised, "That's enough, who are you bullying?"

The yellow-haired boy said disdainfully, "Who are you?"

"Hey, Brother Mi?"

Someone behind him recognized him and quickly pulled his brother back, saying to Zhou Mi with a smile, "Sorry, brother Mi, I made a mistake, we're leaving now... let's go!"

After saying that, he quickly took the man away. Before the yellow-haired man could react, he asked, "Which Brother Mi?"

"The young master of the Zhou family from the No. 1 Middle School next door!"

Zhou Mi flattened the corners of his mouth, wondering if he had been dragged to too many occasions by his friends to save face, so now he treated this group of people as a formidable enemy?

The gazes around him were too direct, so he turned away and said, "You're welcome."

"..."

Shen Manzhi's face became paler and paler. She was feeling really uncomfortable during her menstrual period. She didn't feel anything during the dance practice at night, but suddenly she felt a pain halfway through. She really didn't want to fight with that group of people. She lowered her head and tore off her wet school uniform, and adjusted her backpack down to cover her back.

Zhou Mi put his school uniform on her shoulders and said, "It will be cooler at night, don't catch a cold."

Shen Manzhi's expression froze slightly. He took out a few candies from his backpack, stuffed them into his hands, and whispered, "Thank you."

Zhou Mi looked at the White Rabbit candy in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Still somewhat polite.

As soon as I arrived at the classroom the next day, my friends pulled me aside and joked, "Brother Yo Mi, someone has secretly fallen in love with you and is sending you a gift."

Zhou Mi was no longer surprised, but this time the guys' reactions were a bit over the top.

He had just been caught by the dean and questioned why he wasn't wearing a school uniform. He was furious, and when he walked to his seat and took a look, he got even angrier.

A neatly folded school uniform jacket was placed on the table, and on top of it was a brand new, unopened copy of "Five Years of College Entrance Examinations and Three Years of Simulations".

OK, beautiful.

On the day of the junior high school's golden autumn performance, he skipped the entire evening study session and sneaked into the gymnasium.

After sitting there all night, I finally waited for Shen Manzhi's final appearance.

Although it was also beautiful, it was still not as good as the stunning glimpse I took at the lakeside that night.

It's nothing special.

He no longer paid special attention to it. After entering the third year of high school, he focused on studying. Since the teacher was still skeptical about his willingness to study, he arranged an odd job for him.

Attendance Supervisor.

Oh, catch the latecomers.

He used to be someone who was often noted down in the little notebook.

That meant at least he couldn't be late.

Damn class teacher!

Zhou Mi was wearing a full set of school uniform with his zipper half-unzipped. He stood leisurely at the school gate, watching his watch point to eight o'clock and the bell rang.

The first student who was caught was a little surprised.

It was Shen Manzhi, who I hadn’t heard from for a long time.

She seemed to be still asleep, her expression was a little cold and dazed, her school uniform was still in her hand and she hadn't put it on yet, and she looked a little haggard.

A girl in her teens shouldn't be like this.

The supervisor in the same group uncapped his pen and prepared to write, "Name?"

Shen Manzhi raised his eyes a little slowly, "I'm not late, it's just eight o'clock."

Zhou Mi raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

The supervisor said sternly, "If you don't enter the school after the bell rings, you are late."

Shen Manzhi looked at him in silence.

"It's already a few seconds past eight. If you walk from here to the classroom, it will be three minutes past eight, which will make you even more late." Shen Manzhi pursed his lips and refused to say his name stubbornly.

The supervisor's face also turned red, and he insisted on exercising his rights.

Zhou Mi coughed twice beside him and said, "Let me do it."

He instructed his companions to stop other latecomers and easily broke the stalemate.

"What grade?"

Shen Manzhi looked at him quietly for a long time before he said softly, "First grade."

Zhou Mi paused slightly, is he in the first year of high school?
Shen Manzhi watched him put down his pen, then stopped, the tip of the pen falling on her head. The boy said lazily, "How can this be considered late? Be earlier next time, and don't let others catch you."

He crossed it out in a few strokes and motioned for her to go.

Shen Manzhi lowered his eyes and responded very softly with a "hmm".

He counted the steps of the person behind him, and when he thought he was far away, he turned sideways.

The sixteen-year-old Shen Manzhi was so stunningly beautiful that only after everyone had gone far away did he suddenly recall the slightly red circles under her eyes when she stubbornly refused to tell him her name.

Later, when they talked about the Shen family at a family gathering, he learned that Shen Manzhi was late because the Shen family went out for a trip the day before, gave the servants a day off, locked the door, but did not notify Shen Manzhi, so she sat outside the door all night.

It turned out that I felt wronged.

Being in the high school department, what I heard most was that there was a pretty school girl who was promoted directly from the junior high school. She had a good family background, but her academic performance was not very good. She often skipped classes and went out to fight. I heard that she also did not come home at night and often hung out with some undecent people.

Zhou Mi was doing his homework and got angry. He scolded everyone who was talking together, "If you want to study, study. If you don't, get out!"

He wrote down the answer to a question irritably, pulled out his chair and went out.

How come the roses I watched grow up so quickly changed?

He didn't believe in evil, so he went to the bar to have fun on his brother's birthday. He thought it was noisy, so everyone suggested going to a quieter bar.

"I heard that the young lady from the Shen family often hangs out there."

"Really? You're not talking about hanging out in nightclubs?"

"She's underage, right?"

Zhou Mi leaned back in his chair and did the questions, neither saying it was good nor bad.

Unfortunately, we didn't meet in the bar.

After drinking some wine, Zhou Mi went to the terrace and lit a cigarette feeling a little depressed.

The band on the stage played lyrical music, and he leaned against the wall and glanced at it.

The girl sat in the shadow behind the stage holding a guitar. She lowered her head and plucked the strings to try out two notes. Her neck was dazzlingly white under the spotlight.

"cloudy day

in a room with no lights on
When all thoughts settle down little by little
......"

Karen Mok's "Cloudy Day" is a very lazy tune, and Shen Manzhi's cool and soft voice evokes a seductive atmosphere.

Pretty and charming, well-behaved and soft.

It was not until the cigarette butt burned to his fingertips that he came to his senses. He looked away in panic, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

"you like her?"

I also told Bai Qing these words in my spare time.

At that time, Bai Qing was studying in Beijing and often came back to meet his friends during the holidays. Although he did not mention it deliberately, he had heard Zhou Mi say it several times, and finally he couldn't help but ask this question.

Zhou Mi had just finished smoking a cigarette, and there was a hint of seriousness in his heart.

He was about to take out the second cigarette, but the person next to him held his pocket and prevented him from taking it out. He looked up at Bai Qing and could even smile with a hint of ruffian in him.

"What if I said, yes?"

Zhou Mi gave up smoking and stood there with his hands on the railing, relaxing. Even this made his tall and thin figure look lonely.

When I was young, I couldn’t tell whether I liked her more or was attracted to her more. In any case, Zhou Mi didn’t deny it.

Later, when the Qin family and the Shen family got married, he thought it must not be Shen Manzhi.

But the facts are quite the opposite.

A Yan asked him the same question.

Before they decided to get married.

He actually didn't have any idea at the time.

He had watched that beautiful rose since he was a child, being squeezed by his companions, pricked by thorns, beaten by wind and rain, and then standing stubbornly at the top...

He couldn't take his eyes away.

But I really didn’t fight for it.

He neither picked it with his own hands and held it in his arms, nor did he clear away the thorns and wipe off the mud for it, but just watching her grow along the way made him feel that there was still some fun in this life.

That's why he said nonchalantly, "How could I like her?"

If we really want to give this special relationship a name, let's look at it from his current perspective and identity.

For Shen Manzhi before the watershed of eighteen years old, it should be pity.

A tenderness for her youthful years.